I took a notebook out of my backpack and opened it up to the first page and held my pen over the page. What did I do this summer? ~ This summer was a weird one. But weird in a good way. I just moved to Washington, and as an "I'm sorry we uprooted you" gift from my mom she's renting out an art studio for me where I spent most of my summer. While there I pissed off my studio neighbor. A girl my age. Short, blonde hair, and pretty eyes. She knocked on my studio door telling me to turn down my music. After that we just became friends and we hung out every day and at one point we slept together but I don't think that's school appropriate but I wrote it in pen so.... I mean the assignment called for what we did this summer and here it is. We just had this deep understanding of each other with minimal information. Her dad died a couple months before and that's why she's always in her studio. She has a dog she brings along named 'what'. I began to really really like her towards the end of summer but she stopped coming around the studio and I just figured she moved or stopped renting it. BUT to my surprise, I saw her this morning at her locker. We never told each other our names we just called each other 'you' and she still hasn't told me her real name even though I already told her mine. So if you know who I'm talking about from my minimal description please share her name.All Rights Reserved